243 The Camp on March. 249 A Halt for Supper. 250 The Barge. 250 Captain Cairn's House. 253 The Death Mask of Edwin Booth. 267 "I Ain't No Missionary!" 269 "Excellent Claret," Said Harry. 271 "No Violence, Jim!" 272 "What Is Your Annual Income as a Burglar?" 273 REAL CONVERSATIONS.--II. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN EUGENE FIELD AND HAMLIN GARLAND. RECORDED BY HAMLIN GARLAND. One afternoon quite recently two men sat in an attic study in one of the most interesting homes in the city of Chicago. A home that was a museum of old books, rare books, Indian relics, dramatic souvenirs and bric-a-brac indescribable, but each piece with a history. [Illustration] It was a beautiful June day, and the study window looked out upon a lawn of large trees where children were rioting. It was a part of Chicago which the traveler never sees, green and restful and dignified, the lake not far off. The host was a tall, thin-haired man with a New England face of the Scotch type, rugged, smoothly shaven, and generally very solemn--suspiciously solemn in expression. His infrequent smile curled his wide, expressive mouth in fantastic grimaces which seemed not to affect the steady gravity of the blue-gray eyes. He was stripped to his shirt-sleeves and sat with feet on a small stand. He chewed reflectively upon a cigar during the opening of the talk. His voice was deep but rather dry in quality. The other man was a rather heavily built man with brown hair and beard cut rather close. He listened, mainly, going off into gusts of laughter occasionally as the other man gave a quaint turn to some very frank phrase. The tall host was Eugene Field, the interviewer a Western writer by the name of Garland. "Well now, brother Field," said Garland, interrupting his host as he was about to open another case of rare books. "You remember I'm to interview you to-day." Field scowled savagely. "O say, Garland, can't we put that thing off?" "No. Must be did," replied his friend decisively. "Now there are two ways to do this thing. We can be as literary and as deliciously select in our dialogue as Mr. Howells and Professor Boyesen were, or we can be wild and woolly. How would it do to be as wild and woolly as those Eastern fellers expect us to be?" "All right," said Field, taking his seat well upon the small of his back. "What does it all mean anyway? What you goin' to do?" "I'm goin' to take notes while we talk, and I'm goin' to put this thing down pretty close to the fact, now, you bet," said Garland, sharpening a pencil. "Where you wan'to begin?"